In a plastic package at the grocery store
At a place near you and me,
Is a sealed bag with contents of gold,
That is practically given for free,
Though this package is seen as something of naught,
It is loved intently by me.

I was an hungered and it was an food
At this place near you and me,
And I ate off a plate that was more than great,
Of this dish that was flavored of sea,
My ate was so great that the wrath of a woman
Coveted the dish and me.

And this is the reason that, today at lunch,
At a place near you and me,
My wife went off on a health food rant, spoiling
My dish that was flavored of sea,
Like a sodium vulture she came,
And snatched it away from me,
To stuff it all in to a garbage disposal,
At this place near you and me.

My wife, not enjoying her Greek yogurt,
Was jealous of the dish and me-
Yes!-that is the reason (as married men know,
In this place near you and me)
That my wife swooped in like a thief in the night,
Dumping and plumping this dish flavored of sea.

But my hunger was far greater than that of my wife
And of those who are heavier than me-
Of many far wider than me-
And neither my mother with all of her love
Nor Dr. Oz who is on TV
Could ever displace my soul from the bowl
Of the dish that is flavored of sea;

For the pot never sizzles, without bringing for-rizzles
Of the dish that is flavored of sea;
And a package never opens, but I swear my devotions
Of the dish that is flavored of sea;
And so, I suffer inside, from this food apartheid
Of my Ramen-my Ramen- my heritage and pride,
A feast that is seasoned of sea-
Of the dish that is flavored of sea.